Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Swans,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.